There's a full moon over this ancient town

A clock faced the color of the sky

And every street that we walk down

Belongs to the house where my father died



Where prisoners march in luck step with each other

Reavers test the limit of their reign

Dragging their dead weight from the other

While I claim my place, center stage



I've been thrown by the thrashing of his going

Chained to his unseen stride

I've walked in luck step without knowing

My indifference, my only disguise



Now it comes through me like an injection

Anonymous pain throbbing real inside

And every pulse in my body

Belongs to the house where my father died



Won't catch his spirit in a candle

On or alive in it's guttering glow

And death comes through these streets like a scandal

Bent up and beaten, oh, a bitter body blow



And in bars and shaded back rooms

Those who can't cope just get high

But every place this drink takes me to

Belongs to the house, where my father died



And there's a full moon over this ancient town

Head lights numb the banner of the sky

Rain rages the steadings and the open ground

And I'm a child fighting shadows with tears in my eyes



And the valley cannons and thunder

Trees blow beneath the bruising of the sky

Like centuries shield the lake from my wonder

And I'm as helpless as a child hiding from life



And the face from my mind is fading

I count the wounds for the very first time

Tonight there's gonna be a reckoning

I'm entering the house where my father died